Are we to see the death of printed advertising?
Cindy Taylor
We’re besieged by reports of dwindling figures and the predictions that the onset of the Digital Age will certainly ensure the slow death of print. If we look at reading material... read more »
Tue, 16 February 2010 11:08 AM / 1 comment
I’M SOOOO WORRIED I WON’T LOOK POSH ENOUGH!
Sat, 13 February 2010 1:57 PM / no comments
I thought I’d repost something about the little pink mouse in the photo on my previous post.
First posted on 24.com 25 October 2008
When Original Bunn was about six months old, Old Spouse’s ex-wife (The HEX) took Che, his then 8 year-old... read more »
Mon, 08 February 2010 8:53 AM / no comments
Hey there BLABLA bloggers. I just got our gift pack from Darrin over at You Make Joburg Great. It was filled with T-Shirts, bumper stickers and cardboard signs for us.
So if any of the bloggers would like some let me know and we can figure... read more »
Fri, 05 February 2010 8:41 AM / 7 comments
Edited for Greg, who asked …
A repost, first published on my Original Cin blog in 2008.
From the age of fourteen, Old Spouse and his friends, Tuffy and Iggy Pop, have been going to Smitswinkelbaai as often as they could. As teenagers,... read more »
Wed, 03 February 2010 6:30 AM / 6 comments
A first-rate marriage is like a first-rate hotel: expensive, but worth it. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, 1966
Thu, 28 January 2010 12:14 PM / 2 comments
I’m getting quite impossible to live with, the excitement of the wedding is just too much for me! Anyway, being a Boksburg wedding and all, I know my outfit will have to be the last word in elegance. I’ve started on my hat, don’t... read more »
Mon, 25 January 2010 12:10 PM / 14 comments
Cindy does. A little. Now and then.
If you’d like to help her out by making a few suggestions on the things she could write about, let her know here please:
Sorry, but the Skribit widget only works on browsers with JavaScript support.... read more »
Fri, 22 January 2010 11:50 AM / no comments
When I was fifteen, I wanted to be a man of few words, to be small and muscular with fine bones, to play slide guitar like Elmor James. I wanted to be fearless. I am thirty seven. The page is white and cool to touch. My hands smell... read more »
Fri, 30 October 2009 7:37 AM / 1 comment
She sits on the pavement every morning watching cars for fifty-cent tips, or a loose cigarette. By lunchtime, usually, the fifty cent handouts have added up to enough to buy her a bottle of something strong enough to make her belligerently... read more »
Mon, 26 October 2009 8:57 AM / 3 comments